Note: We are deeply sorry for the lack of posting recently. As you can imagine, itâs not easy being a three person team! However, we are going to do our best to post more in the future. This was actually a commission I wrote as part of a fundraising campaign for the BLM movement - you can find more details on this on my blog @flowesonaâ.Â
Her clothes were way more comfortable than usual. That was the first thing (Y/N) had noted when she woke up, in a completely different house to her own. She was wearing a negligee made out of fine slippery silk, that was soft to the touch. (Y/N) was entranced for a moment, running her fingers through it without the question of why she was wearing it plaguing her.
But she could only stay curled up in the king sized bed for so long - the growling of her stomach provided a good motive to get up and explore. It was only as she peeled back the covers and heard a groan she realised someone was sleeping next to her. (Y/N) paused her escape to observe her companion. To put it simply, he was stunning. Glowing skin, silky dark hair and perfect plush lips.Â
âNow is not the time to get distracted. I need to get out of here, wherever I am!â
(Y/N) scorned herself, as she tried to remember where she was last. All she could recall was getting into her car after a long day of work. And she could not recall seeing a man like the one beside her ever before in her life!
Wanting answers she finally rose out of bed, floorboards creaking slightly underneath her feet. That noise was enough to make the man stir, eyes creaking open to observe the disturbance.
â(Y/N), come back to bed. Itâs way too early to get up.â He muttered, reaching for her arm and pulling her back down onto the bed. His arms wrapped around her, pressing her to his body as he sighed in content.
âWho are you? And how do you know my name?â The man opened his eyes once again, a warm sleepy smile on his face.
âIâm your boyfriend. You canât possibly have forgotten about your precious Suho, right?â
It was almost picturesque. The sun was beating down, there was a warm gentle breeze, and Junmeyonâs chest made the perfect pillow. (Y/N) had started to drift off into sleep, when he suddenly sat up.
âSomeone is here.â He said, his expression hardened into a frown. Junmyeon didnât often frown, and it really didnât suit his face - seeing him so uncharacteristically upset unsettled (Y/N) slightly.
âHow do you know that?â She murmured, still reluctant to leave her happy daze.
âI can hear them. Heavy footed bastards.â Junmyeon sighed, standing up and leaving (Y/N) to bring herself back into reality.
âIâm sure itâs just the wind. Or some animals. Please, I donât want to go back home yet.â She whined. Junmyeon didnât even flinch.
âStay right here. Donât move an inch.â He commanded, and like that he was gone, stalking away with dark intent.
At first, the most of (Y/N)âs worries was that she was cold. After all, the sun had gone in, and she no longer had Junmyeonâs embrace to keep her warm. The picnic blanket had to act as a suitable substitute, the warm tartan felt providing some sort of comfort though it couldnât hold a candle to her boyfriend.
Heâd been so sweet recently. Truly, he wanted her to see his love. From bringing home flower bouquets purchased at the farmerâs market in the nearby town, to spending hours pouring over his cook books to make her favourite childhood dishes. And at his height of generosity, he offered to take her into the woods for a picnic. (Y/N) had initially been skeptical of his offer; she was sure heâd find an excuse not to do it, a work obligation or bad weather. But - sure to his word - heâd packed up a basket with an assortment of delicious foods and a flask of tea, and had led her down the barely trodden path into a movie-like clearing.
His intentions were pure. But his sudden disappearance marred the occasion, as (Y/N) waited for him. Seconds turned into minutes, into hours. The sun was starting to set, and there was no sign of him.Â
Maybe it was a cruel trick. A punishment for some unknown misdeed - sheâd confessed to him a few days that she was afraid of being alone in the dark, to which heâd promised sheâd never have to spend another night by herself. But those words were empty now, as it was growing increasingly dark and she couldnât see him.Â
(Y/N)âs eyes flickered to the barely trodden path from which theyâd arrived at the clearing. If she squinted, she could follow the path for about a hundred yards, before it winded out of sight. If only sheâd paid attention, then she could dash back to the comfort of their home.
Maybe thatâs where he went.
The haunting thought rattled her brain. Junmyeon could have forgotten her, and after investigating the sound heâd return to their home before the sunset.
The idea of being abandoned made (Y/N) let out a sob, her eyes filling with tears. He didnât leave her with anything, just the basket filled with some empty containers and a meagre blanket. Perhaps it was a Hansel and Gretel situation, and Junmyeon had just wanted to rid himself of her.
(Y/N) staggered to her feet. Sheâd be damned if she was to die alone in a forest. She had to fight her way back to civilisation. Even if Junmyeon didnât want her, someone surely would?
Abandoning the warmth of the picnic blanket, she started to tread carefully towards the path, shivering with fear. The darkness had really started to set in at that point, and even the slightest crack of a twig or call of an owl was enough to scare the life out of (Y/N).
She started to regret leaving the blanket behind, as goosebumps rose on her arms in response to the biting cold. She could only rub her hands along her arms and hope that she would stumble into humanity at some point. The insecure thoughts in her head were almost bubbling over, so much so she was barely paying attention to her surroundings and not evening noticing when the path was no longer under her feet and instead she was trudging through twigs and dirt.
Her attention was brought back as she felt her foot becoming stuck on something - a stray branch or exposed root - and she fell to the floor letting out a cry of pain. Her ankle was severely twisted, becoming red and hot to the touch, and (Y/N) wanted nothing more than for Junmyeon to emerge from the darkness, to tell her he was sorry and to whisk her away to the warmth of their home. She couldnât hold her grudge against him when her body was in pain.Â
âSuho? Suho? Where are you?â The young woman called out to no avail. All she heard in response was a rustling of the bushes and - fearing it was a predator ready to eat her up - she scrambled to her feet and staggered away as fast as she could with the aching of her limb becoming more prominent by the second.
Eventually, after what felt like hours of limping she heard a voice. Not just any voices. She could recognise it clearly and even in the darkness she could make out two figures. One hunched over the other one, which seemed to be unmoving.
She attempted to speed up her pace to reach them faster, but the aching pain in her limp only meant she could attempt a limp stagger, before falling onto her knees.
âSuho! Suho, please help me! Please, donât leave me alone!â (Y/N) cried out, hoping he would listen. Some part of her still longed for him, even if he had left her all alone.
The hunched over figure raised its head, seeing (Y/N) injured form and instantly making its way to see her.
As it approached her, she could make out Junmyeonâs features clearer, although there was something slightly different about his face than when sheâd seen him hours before.
âSuho? What did I do wrong? Please, just save me already!â (Y/N) cried, as he knelt beside her. His gentle fingers caressed her face. She flinched in response, as she felt some warm liquid transfer from his digits to her face.Â
â(Y/N), I thought I told you to stay put. Look at whatâs happened to you.â Junmyeon cooed, his eyes trailing to see her injured leg.Â
âI-I was so scared. It was cold and dark and I was all alone! Iâm so sorry Suho, I couldnât do it.â She cried in response, shivering as he scooped her up into his arms. He just tutted as she nestled her face into his chest, not caring about how his white shirt was stained.
âI need to see it properly, my love.â Junmyeon caressed her ankle gently, trying to get his lover to stretch it out fully so he could treat the wound.Â
(Y/N) shook her head, tears already leaking out at the excruciating pain.Â
âItâll get infected if I donât apply disinfectant. (Y/N), you donât have a choice.â Junmyeonâs firm voice was enough to coax her into offering up the full area of injury for inspection.
âMy poor love.â He offered comforting words as he cleaned the wound, applied the disinfectant, wrapped it up in bandages. âYouâll need to rest for a few days hmm? No more going out for at least a month.âÂ
(Y/N) stayed quiet, her lip still quivering slightly.
âIâm sorry it had to be this way. If youâd stayed put then-â
The words hung in the air, as Junmyeon tried to process the accusation.
She shrunk back, suddenly losing all gall she had.
â(Y/N), I love you more than anything in the world. Please, donât ever think otherwise.â
âWhy did you leave me yesterday?â She asked cautiously.
âThere was some business to take care of. But it was all for us. I promise, (Y/N).â Junmyeon planted a sweet kiss on her lips.
She finally smiled back at him.
âYou know I love you-â Junmyeonâs declaration was cut off by the shrill ring of the doorbell. âIâll be right back.â
He gave her one last kiss to quell her fears before leaving the room. She heard him welcoming the visitor with a loud, friendly greeting, before a more sombre hushed voice interrupted his.Â
Their conversation was muffled through the door, though she could tell through Junmyeonâs tone that the visitor was the bearer of some sad news.
(Y/N) wanted to hear what they were talking about. Junmyeon should trust her, and what he knows she should know. Even if he wasnât prepared to divulge in the details of how he spent the time away from her, she wanted to know.
She pushed herself to her feet, wincing at the pain when she put the weight on her foot. Hobbling to the door, she pressed her ear to the wood, hoping to make out a bit more of the conversation. Through opening the door a sliver, she could hear exactly what they were saying.
âYouâre expecting me to believe this is all a coincidence, Mr Kim?â A deep voice posited.
âI had no knowledge nor involvement in the death of your comrade. Send my regards to Byunâs wife, and if youâll excuse me-â
âHow did you know his name?â
The tension was so thick youâd need a saw to cut it at the very least.
âIâm sorry, you must have misheard me. Now, if you donât mind leaving my premises.â Junmyeonâs voice had gotten a lot sharper.
âThere are things youâre not telling me. We can do this here, or we can talk at the station-â
There was a loud bang. (Y/N) flung open the door to see that the visitor - a detective, by the looks of it - was lying dead at Junmyeonâs feet, a smoking gun in her boyfriendâs hands.
âSorry, my love. You werenât supposed to see that.âÂ